A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

picked the name for

there was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white world

room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

doctor had almost given

had lived two months longer

a glass of water and

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

favorite food,” Mark

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

began to fumble in his

stopped and shook his

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

better not call

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

took the medicines from him and swallowed

lay on the bed, and a nurse came

done, Mark looked sideways

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

asleep nowadays. This time,

He dreamed that he

had almost given up

still alive. He had lived

was standing behind him with a glass of

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

her favorite food,”

“How about you call Rena and ask

this, he began to fumble in

he stopped and shook his

seemed it was

not call her,”

didn’t have to give Cecilia

this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

nurse came

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

on his phone got weaker and

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

behavior was much like that of

look at him secretly for a while and call him

this Cecilia in his dream was

stroked his face,

this point, Mark woke

of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

closed his

he needed to have

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was

buy the pumpkin

plump foreign nurse was in

home.

flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

couldn’t

up as

to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her

was determined to stay strong

was finding it difficult to

bed and started to make

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would

to go

fingers trembled as he

Peter came back to the

on

The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

planes Mark had been making and he

paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

have some of your pumpkin

only actually

more than a

mouth, he put down

narrowed his eyes and looked

want to go back home and

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

now, it was around 4 a.m. in

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

into a

silly boy,” he

to answer the phone. It was an international

sounded a little

he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

to a girl that had

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and put

of the call, he never even dared to ask to

been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given

to hear this and

great,” he said

the first day of the new year. And Olivia

agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

home to

Angela’s Library

a glance would

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